Dr. Dennis L. Siluk’s has published 72-International Book. He is a poet since twelve years old, a writer, Psychologist, Ordained Minister, Decorated Veteran from the Vietnam War, Doctor in Arts and Education, and Doctor Honoris Causa from the National University of Central Peru, UNCP. He was nominated Poet Laureate in Peru. One of his books, “The Galilean”, took Honorable Mention at the 2016 Paris Book Festival and received an award from the Congress of Peru, for his cultural writings.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

The Vile Hypocrisy of Abu

A Tale for the Times:

The Vile Hypocrisy
of Abu

(In Poetic Prose) 1999-2015

Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, scorns and warns!

Author’s Analogue:

Alas, all that my old age calls for: sleep
and restfulness, I still must write this tale I plainly see; thus I shall have
to load my frail shoulders, take pen in hand, and write for by the devil’s evil
and my sweat; I am fed to do so. On this I am resolved, and shall call it by
name ‘A Tale for the Times!’ and somewhere add a subtitle. And as you will
read, or perhaps be able to see, the Devil’s inmate, will be—and in this case, he
and his comrades in arms, have already and continue to be—storming across Iraq
and Syria with a sting of fury.

Daesh

Sothey went on, and on, rising and rising, the militant group, called
the Islamic State, and their Army, wasting, pillaging, and stealing, killing men,
women, children, and the elderly alike, inthe clap
of an eye. And the world outside the Middle East did little to nothing, in the
years of our Lord Jesus Christ, 2014 and 2015 A.D. In doing what they did— near
nothing, thus, nothing was too hot or too heavy for them—the world being too busy
with the crisis in the Ukraine over a Russian invasion, and China expanding its
trumped-up territorial rights, with might: push and shove, in the South China
Sea, always testing the waters to see how the United States will react; Iran
and North Korea, with their touch and go trick and slick dialogue while
building up of their nuclear arsenals, to do what? Only God knows, or perhaps
the Devil too! …. So IS, they continued to do what they know best, do best: trashing
and smashing ancient ruins, humankind’s artifacts representing their ancient
cultures, roots: demolished overnight! All in the name of Allah 19, of whom
to the Muslim, and Mohammed Islam’s
prophet, is the one God, Lord of Heaven
and Earth, not necessarily the same Trinitarian God considered by the
Christian, —throughout Iraq and Syria, with
grueling fury; with spit and spite, labor and might; alongside: infiltrating,
fighting Syrian Kurds, and the Iraqi government, the Kurdish society, the Syrian
government, and ducking from the warplanes of the North Americans dropping
bombs hitter-skitter, hitting every-which-way, whom have protested when asked
to put their soldiers’ heels on the ground, and for good reason, after a
ten-year war, and draining the American economy of its resources, hesitate out
of dissatisfaction. And although the
bombing by the Americans do, and are doing their job well: of seek and destroy,
with well over 500-sorties16 below their wings thus fare, leaving black spots amid open
terrain, in buildings, trenches, on mountain tops, across bridges,
fortifications, destroying bunkers, mosques and local townships laying bare to
be seen, eaten by scavengers such as: vultures, jackals, local dogs, rats,
ants, worms, pulling and stretching out human entrails, scattered brains, sucking
up pools of blood, gnawing at the bone marrow of entrenched in arms and legs;
the wild beasts have their choice of a heap of dead thus far; and the dying
pell-mell, recklessly looking for shelter beneath the footsteps of those
supersonic jetfighters, and for the pilots everything remains motionless out of
sight out of mind, everything is a diagram within the cockpit on screen hence
the dying unseen; the dying, dying with open mouths, arms out spread, soldiers
holding their weapons in disarray, steeped in blood that which has been thrown
from a distance cover their faces, splashed onto their attire. And they ask,
nearly beg the Americans to terminate this means of “Show of force,” lest they
behead one of America’s own, the US journalist James Foley, abducted in Syria
in 2012 and Steven Sotloff, captured in 2014, but the shower of bombs keep
coming no matter what; matter of fact, President Obama expanded the military
campaign against IS1, ‘You don’t deal with the devil’ says the pentagon in essence, casting
Abu and Satan as: like to like, liars. And the earth trembles with the shock of
the bombings and everywhere those heavy American pebbles command respect, yet
again all is known, this alone will not halt the willed enemy, for total
victory it will be the foot soldier, and the willing. Even wounding severely Abu, the war needs to
be won by the defenders of the land, the Iraqi Soldier, whom, for some odd
reason, expects the world to take the lion’s share of the burden, or so it
would seem. IS, a branch always heading towards Baghdad, always heading towards
Baghdad, Damascus being already theirs? Contest all within its sights. Some
Sunni leaders welcomed them, some not, some give an intrepid exhalation, a long and arduous moan
of triviality if not meaninglessness.

If Abu had his way he would spit upon
the placidity of peace; in a like manner, Abu spoke aloud in the dark of war, putting
on his right boot first, henceforward, making a strict sign in his discipline
for the world to see: for those under his command to have no mercy.

When the Americans left Iraqi Abu saw Iraq
was a newly discovered amulet, found by
chance at a moment of peril, because there was a void in the country, and all
put aside: they could and world, start blackmailing the Middle East, by and
by. The United States Pentagon has been and continues to be alerted time and
again to this dilemma, then Ramadi fell, how could this be? Eight-hundred IS
soldiers terrorizing over 30,000-Iraqis. Thereafter, militants went door to
door, looking for sympathizers, thousands fled the city, becoming refugees, and
those who stayed got killed. The priests, preachers, physicians, philosophers,
professionals of all kinds; surgeons, lawyers, merchants, they all followed,
one after the other, trying to escape this apocryphal militia. The cities
throughout large portions of Syria and Iraq, by order of this leading
warmonger, were ravaged, and those who stayed—the poor devils—knew not which
saint to pray to for many were Christians, or what devil to hide behind, for
those who were pagan, and the unwilling Muslim, he too was no exception. And behind
stone walls stood Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi15, or better known to his supporters as
Amir al-Mu’minin, the Caliph Ibrahim, 15 thinking he was safe and sound, as once
Mohammed did in Mecca.

Abu

Abu, young
gallant, jovial resourceful, bold, resolute, with a fine outstanding nose,
mocking the world, waving his index finger—as if he was the incarnation of
Black Death—as if it is all a joke, carrying
on this atrocious war. A Muslim, in
farce dogma, to his very teeth; that is to say: he was, still is, an imposter, pretending
to be Islamic by nature not by decorum or protocol, far from it! Furthermore,
using it for a shield, it remains a sham, or better put: a mockery, this he
displays to his very knees with no reprieve, and thinks: ‘Why relinquish now, —
why should I start sacrificing all I have done to make Islam a tool for my
personal confederation of war against the world.’ Which is his ultimate goal, which
he has done so very well, so far ((like the warrior-gods of old—in the first century of Islam, even
announcing himself as Caliph Ibrahim, or God’s Deputy he is inspiring fear; in
addition, trying to change the face, and the name of his cutthroats, to become
a state, or caliphate, and he being its caliph)(to Abu, it is to no purpose to
adore Islam, it is a name and nothing more—it is a means to an end, which is a
continued Jihad on the West if not the world as a whole but first things first,
he must control the Middle East, then make the course of Islam, without any
attempt to understanding its meaning and at the same time changing its will:
destiny and death!))

He is now the world’s new Enemy No:
2 (with a ten-million dollar bounty on his head) who looks
more like a grape picker than a IS Topmost. One who reads the Qur’an daily, yet
forgets it meanings, doesn’t practiced its precepts, and as for peace, he is
not a peacemaker, more simply a peace preacher, those who do not seek, but
preach it in pretense: superintending: ‘The Cow’ from the Qur’an 17, for does it not say: those
who spread discontent in the land will suffer God’s hand—; he has no fear of
God or man.

Does he not know, God had already balanced and weighed him for his sins,
and he is found lacking; indeed, he is in-need, if to avoid the intestines of Sheol20which is alsocalledHell or its deeper root: Tartarus. Indeed,
he is in-need of a better understanding of God, for knowingly shedding blood, and
discontent and a thousand other diabolical rudiments of sin, and threads of sin
on top of sin, according to the Qur’an, is condemning. For he has forgotten
what God said to Adam: “I know…what you hide?” 17

He is no different than Iblis8, the Insolent.

And for those who look for humbleness in this man, as his Sacred Book requires,
and as all such believers should have, none will be established. Again he is
found wanting, and in-need. This is the man…

Suru’el

Consequently, God sent
down an angelto speak to Abu with proverb, a sign which
presaged death: “Take heed there will come a day when no intercession will
matter. God will make the clouds spread over you and not send manna as He did
in the days of Moses, but lightening and fire and death, and plague upon you
and your nonsensical others, and all that you will hear is the raucous of the
grasshopper, for you and your lot will be buried among them.”

And the Topmost whispered, for he was bedridden, dying, “No, God will
not have retribution, for I am not wicked. I did no worse than Mohammed in his
day, when he cutoff the heads of his enemy by the wheelbarrows, and had them
taken to the furnaces, and outdoor fires, and buried them deep in the sands of
Arabia.”

Andthe angel understood, who was called by the name Suru’el †(for he is of eternity and trembling), “First,
Mohammed, he suffered from
anger and hate, filaments of Iblis, to which he had inside his breast: to name
a few: madness, — the hunger for power by way of war and more war, the hunger
to be worshiped, like Lucifer, the lust of Cleopatra of Alexandria. Alas,
men imitate, but that is no excuse, you and he will have many days with Iblis
to discuss this very matter, as it will be shortly written into: ‘The Book of Deeds.’17 But what
I wanted to say, or was about to say, what I came here to say, is: you disgrace
God and have become indigent. You have become the apes of the world, despised!
To God you are the cow with the blemish, unyoked, and not even good for
plowing.”

And Abu lay there like a dying peacock looking deep into the messenger’s
eyes, evasive hiding
behind shadows inside his head, like a tree-squirrel hiding his nuts, thinking,
thinking, foul-smelling sticken-thinken’: ‘They packed bodies in carts like
potatoes, we had no time like them—like
Mohammed—to find coffin makers,
so we buried them in the sands, burnt their remains, dragged them to pits used
for reception of filth, some were tied to stakes as they were inspected, as I have done, and I
throw pebbles at their faces, as Mohammed had thrown dirt and dust, to hear
them cry out, as they suffered from vague
melancholy, all absorbing the agonies of death to be—I know this, but I
was no different than Mohammad; some ate them and spit them out like apple
seeds, like Mohammad in his day did, we are justified like he was, defending
our faith, we made no mistake, if I am guilty, then Mohammed must be?’

And the angelic being having been able
to read his mind, said, “Remember the “Story of the Cranes” 17 also
known as the Satanic Verse, that it involved Mohammed and three Meccan
Goddesses. To which he was covering up his lie, by saying the devil tricked
him. This is not so unlike you who hide behind shadows, wanting to do away with
God’s dicta, for you grudge against the world, you are Satan’s sycophant.”

“Mohammed later retracted that statement,”
said Abu, “that is, the verses saying Gabriel had instructed him to do so; whereas,
Satan had gotten him to drink too much wine, and he messed up the prophecy.”
Exclaimed Abu, affirming it was a simple matter of human frailty. All in all, the
angel was silent on this matter, he knew Abu was not devoted to God’s cause,
that he was guided solely by the prescriptions of his root. For he could see in
his face how he enjoyed to see the common people in fear and trembling of him,
his name in command, for at one time he was no more than a poor extremist,
living in a ramshackle neighbourhood in Baghdad whose passion was football and
killing, attached to a small local mosque in Tobchi. For Suru’el this had
already taken its course, and accordingly, one does not criticize what already
belongs to the past, he was not here to scorn. For he knew he was a very narrow
man with very narrow capacities, even though he had letters behind his name, in
the form of a Ph.D.

“It is better to be a fool, and learn
from it, but Mohammad was no fool, he was cleaver in his cover up, he was
unlearned in his words and phrases, he was not wise in his deception,”
countered the angel, then adding, “His heart beat like the sea, his anger was
as if he had bees in his mouth; Mecca became a dead city after all the killings
10,000-soldiers strong, he conquered them, butchered them like hogs.The
flies had a feast…, for they tore open their bellies: men, woman and child, like
beasts! Their heads severed, rolled off and on down the streets—; they would
not listen, they would not stop, they simply killed to kill, as if, in a death
march. And then danced and drank wine, as you and your horde are familiar
with.”

Death calm as a statue, did not appear
to understand. He actually blushed a little as the angel cast down his eyelids,
as if in sorrow, and he stepped closer, as to even make a shadow upon the dying
man’s cheeks. Then Suru’el seeing Death so near, said: “It is
sad to have watched you so long taking the nonessential and overlooking the
essential, as if it is superficial this is a man with an unattended mind. It is
also sad—as you well know—you have
grieved while alive, and when you pass on—soon to be—you will grieve more, having to witness over and
over the stain of your actions. Life has been your torment, here in the
present, and will be your torment in the hereafter: like to like: as you enter
the land of woe expect no more, — you are like a tree in the wind, a weak tree
that bends.” 14

And no one could see the angel, or hear the holy angel not even Death, but
Abu could, and looked as if he was in shock that no one else around his
bedsides could; as for the observers, he lay there as if paralyzed, talking to
himself, but all feared to interrupt him if undeniably he was having a sacred
moment. And Abu said, “I don’t want to
argue with you!”

Then the angel replied, “Woe to you that say
this is from God so you might make some profit, and gain powers. Woe to all you
for you will receive His promise: the wages of sin!” 17

The Muslim now in despair, asked “What have I done wrong to not enter
Paradise?”

“Why should you taste the grape, if you have not fought for the vine?
No, God sees what you have done, he has sent for Death and his sickle, and he
will chain you to an iron ball, and take you down the road to Tartarus.” Abu,
looked at the angel as if he was the Vicar of Islam, with pride, tenacity, as
if his sins were trifle.

Again he asked, “What have I done so wrong to deserve this harsh
punishment?” avoiding to give an account of his actions, or a confession!

“Presumption is a more serious fault than cruelty,” said the seraph.

God’s Holy Angel, Suru’el Approaches—

Then Suru’el
the archangel, said as a second and completer response—after pulling out of thin
air a Black List 18 of his abominations—that had it been weighed it would have fell to the very
bottom of Hell, sank to earth’s most deepest core, and did names a few:

“You pretend to be something but God sees nothing but emptiness,
pretending to be fullness, penury in your soul, you say in your heart ‘why
should a Divine Saga6 like Mohammed repine? I have nothing to fret!’ If you knew there
was a good man standing by the top of a well, and an evil one at its bottom,
you would go sit with the evil one, at its extremity.

“To start with, your own soldiers throughout Anbar Province7, stumble
over the dying and dead quite blinded by the blood that splashes into their
faces as they litter the area with black flags, as the unarmed citizens frozen
with terror standby and watch, if indeed they haven’t already escaped your
terror, to become your next victims. Do you think God cannot see this?

“And to your original question, what are your offences, your
contraventions: You have stranded thousands of Yazidis10 noncombatants,
to die without food or water on Mount Sin Jar, killing men, boys, raping and
enslaving women, and girls, creating a humanitarian crisis. You have beat out
the brains of your brothers, those in the provinces you have conquered in Iraq
and Syria, and that is per near any and every one according to your will and
temperament at any given moment, not so unlike your territorial army, whom
imitated you. And you break their arms and legs, fragmented their neckbands,
shattered their kidneys, slit their noses and throats, blackened their eyes, smashed
their jaws and brows, knocked their teeth down their throats or onto the
streets, and shattered their shoulder blades every-which-way. Even dislocating
the thighbones, and cracking the forearms, and you and your horde break the
base spines of many, like dogs, and they, were they not, like all mankind, in
the image of God! And cutting deep into the necks of those helpless and
innocent prisoners with their hands tied behind their backs, with small daggers,
stilettos, and kitchen knives, and beheading many without due cause. You place
more value in a single brick for a house than for one of God’s creatures. You rape,
and call it the spoils of war, helpless women, cutting their hearts out
thereafter, and children as well, and fiercely through the navel, you have made
their bowels gush out. You have set booby traps throughout the cities you’ve
conquered to maim others when you leave, as for the likes of: Mosul, Diyala
Salahuddin, Nineveh, Fallujah, Tikrit, Mosul, and you took at will refinery
after refinery, and now you’ve captured Palmyra* heading north for Aleppo and north-east to Hasaka. And yet you
keep fighting with 17,000-fighters dead, from airstrikes from Jordan and the
Americans. Once all is said and done,
you will return to your equated name ‘Daesh Cutthroats,’ for that
is what you are, Daesh meaning death, as you well know(also
spelled Da’esh).1”

The ruins at Palmyra

Such was the outcry of the seraph who was disgusted to even have had to
explain these wrongs, or transgressions of his, as if he was blind to his
sacrilegious rampage. But is it not
true, if someone says a transgression is no transgression long enough, he
believes it to be so, he believes in his heart and mind, his own lie, and is
confounded that others don’t.

“Islam is a religion of fighters, not peacemakers!” he yelped back at
the angel, as if he was some Ancient Carthaginian Pontifex9.

Suru’el had expected him to cry out: ‘Tell God to have mercy on me, my soul, and thy
hands are dirty!’ but he would not yield, he was not to repent and behind the
angel appeared the man with the sickle, Abu was discomfited.And for a
moment, Abu fell into a deep sleep, reminiscing what had taken place to make
him bedridden: a Scud missile hit his bunker, from 187-miles away, in Nineveh;the
ballistic missile did much damage, and he was badly injured; shortly thereafter,
he was taken to another location for safety.

Asked
Suru’el, “Who appointed you God’s Deputy, it wasn’t God?” As Suru’el knew, he
had proclaimed publicly to the world this.

“Far be it from me,” remarked Abu, “to make any such claim,” and he hid
his grin, like a schoolboy who stole a wedge of rhubarb from a Chinese garden.

“You do realize after your death, there will be no expiation given or
accepted, on your behalf, calling upon heaven’s spirits, or God you whom you
call Allah, to which God does not recognize the character you’ve created him to
be, he is quite to the contrary, nor will earth-spirits, or those spirits below
perform any lavish deeds for you, again this is a presumption on your part, and
that is a deeper sin than unkindness.”

And this small man was fretful and ill at ease. As Suru’el was affable
yet firm, commanding in his speech, but not harsh, polite but easy. And by his
silence, Abu renounced the sovereignty of all things under Heaven, and
expecting but not getting praise for his rampage he called “For the glory of
Allah” from Heaven.

And Suru’el thought deeply on his silence: saying to himself, and with
the very highest pitch of moral power: he has put God in the position of
becoming a commotion, a confusion, inflexible, harsh. As if the common people are nothing to God as
he feels they are nothing to him; only does he display God as at his corner of
cruelness, and credit God for it, not his goodness. Thus, here was a man dying,
and still places himself above all the rest of mankind living: with every
attitude, gesture, he employs he does not withdraw any arrogance, or reason for
violence, he cannot even remove all traces of coarseness or impropriety from
his face, heart and soul. What kind of man is this? He is far from a true
Knight of Old Islam, and pretends to be, liken to the old sultan, Saladin, of
the Christian Crusades, of the 12th Century 11.

And then Suru’el said, with dire speech, for he was exasperated with
Abu’s retorts: “Wherever you went you created some new disaster in the name of
Elohim13, and could you have you would have, and perhaps though you did,
think you had forbidden God to learn of your irreverence. I saw you soiling
your boots as you crushed the filth you created under-foot. Bones of your Apes,
and those of the innocent shepherds. It is a shame. Your delusions require some
victim. If God wanted all mankind to be Muslims do you not think he could
manage that at a single stroke?”

Abu shuddered, — and panted un-rhythmically.

“Crushed be the dog that injures God’s flock! You are like ‘Moloch the
Devourer.’”12

Now
slightly opening his eyesstanding at the end of his bed unmoving was the man with the
sickle he had followed him: hence, he was simply waiting, waiting, to hear his
last grasp for his last breath! And Abu aggrieved badly, overheard Death
talking to someone he called the Master—while looking about for the angel he
had been previously talking to, whom was nowhere to be seen —: Death said to this Great Beast of a Being, with ten-wings,
“Your henchman have done well with this man, like a painting comes after the
plain groundwork is done; with him you will have many things to discuss once he
is completely released to me, and I in turn, release him to you, or your
devils!”

Then the Master remarked, “Why is he not dead, but simply laid up in
bed? … is he not yet, an inmate of Hell?”

Death rides his horse

(The angel of God stepped closer to Abu, whose eyesight was dimming, who
had been as we now well know, injured beyond repair, and was on what might be
called a death watch, and the leadership of Daesh1 being
reconsidered, he did not stir, and his eyes fixed, his tongue between his
teeth, his face bluish color, as if he had a noose rushing tighter and tighter
around his neck like a squeezing viper, he was dying, dying, dying slowly, the
angel stepped even closer to his bed.
White mucus flowed from his nostrils, and his limbs were stiff, as if
they had been frozen by the cold during the night. One of Abu’s comrades said,
“An end must be put to this!” The
interpretation of that could be dispensed in a number of ways, but war-songs
were being sung, and their army was so spread-out, that should no one be bold enough to endeavor to
take the leadership and make decisions, they themselves would be the conquered,
no longer the unconquerable, as the world now saw them.)

“His spirit is here,” said Death, speaking to the one he called The
Master, “although he is not present, it is as if there is no one inside that
head, even though he talks to himself… and he maintains to this very moment his
personal nihilistic philosophy, that is to say, he is the least bit sorry,”
exclaimed Death. For Death knew, he who puts himself wrong with Heaven has no
means of expiation left, lest it be a miracle; heretofore, his fellow soldiers
were not about to have any Christian come in and save his soul at the last
minute, plus, as it was written, concerning the entrapment of sin with sin: for
God will no longer defend the soul of such a sinner from the efficacy of the devil, thus, the sinner is
led captive by the devil at his will, it is a punishment, God had given him over
to the reprobated mind, given him up to sin, to do those things which are not
suitable, being filled with unrighteousness. And this was well understood with
Death, even Satan, Himself, had few qualms with this.

Abu, now looked up from his bed as if out of a trance, no longer was
Suru’el present, nor could he see Death, but he saw at the arch of the doorway,
for many were around him, passing it, going to and fro: the doctors and nurses
talking among themselves, and his generals whispering to one another, thus he
saw the Angels of Babylon, Harut and Marut, renowned for their death calls, and
they said, simultaneously: “We have done our job well, we deceived you” (meaning
his faith: but it was a requirement for them to announce this, willingly or not);
and then Abu fell into a coma.

The Ten-winged Beast

Ponders—

Fine, the
Master hearing this, said, “If this is so, let the imps and the fiends, the
devils and demon, and the foreigners, and strangers, and renegade seraphim
dance around his bed, and have their ritual.”

And Death replied, seized with
anxiety, “Yes, the Dance of Death, is quite suited.”

And so it was, as the Qur’an, states: “Theirs is the reward for what
they did, as yours will be for what you do…” thus, he was cast down to Tartarus
20, with
those who concealed the testimony received from God! For what Abu had done, was
not God’s will, but his own! 17

((Epilogue:To
fill-up full, humankind’s cup of joy, God who is generous, and the Devil who is
meagre, good news is allowed to arrive on Abu’s death. It would seem he was an
enemy of God and Satan as well. But now
he will have to run fast, high and hard, among other things, to escape his
fate. And although he will be greeted with the greatest respect, and delight
and rejoicing in Tartarus, this kindness was something predictable yet
unexpected. A favorable wind now I hope will soon be brought over the Middle
East, where Abu trampled; unfortunately such people are simply replaced.)(While
writing this tale, and now in the process of editing it, Abu died of his
wounds, which would be Friday, 12th of June, 2015? today being the 16th,
to which it has just been reported on television; he now will face his Maker:
in his case, it would be better for him to remain a live dog than a dead lion,
for he no longer has time to mend his ways!))

Written: 6 thru
15 of June, 2015 (No: 1084)

The End to the
Tale

Notes:

Written: 6 thru 17 of June, 2015 (No:
1084)

Note 1: The ISIS, or IS, or IsiL is
really ‘Daesh.’ The Arabic-derived term for ‘Daesh’ is EIIL (L’Etat islamique
en Irak et en Syrie) They emerged in
1999. Established by Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, a Jordanian; then his group changed
to al-Qaeda (AQI), belonging to Osama bin Laden’s network, October, 2004. Its
most recently leader being Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, declared Daesh to take the
name: Islamic State in Iraq (Isi) in 2006. And in 2013, Isi became Isis. Now in 2015, they prefer to be referred to as
just IS or Islamic State. But on the contrary, it is neither Islamic in
structure, although most consider themselves Muslims, nor is it a state
recognized. In reality IS, is the old
‘Dash Cutthroats.’ Daesh sometimes
spelled Daiish or Da’esh, means death. The Arabic meaning is to tread underfoot
or crush.

Note 2:
Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi of which this tale, as it is referred to, is taken
from his life, in the tale is referred to only as Abu. Ayman al-Zawahiri, is the only one in the
world with a higher bounty, twenty-five million. Abu was born 1971, in Iraq. Loves football. Obtained a BA, MA and PhD in Islamic studies.
He emerged out of a ramshackle neighborhood of Baghdad. He has three wives and
a son of 12-years old. Wounded on 18
March 2015 by a coalition airstrike at the al-Baaj District in Nineveh
Governorate, near the Syria boarder. It was recognized Abu was recuperating at
the beginning of this writing, June 6, and since passed on, at its end 17 June,
2015..

Note 3: Abu Bark al-Baghdadi, with his
Ph.D., in Islamic Studies, proclaims: Islam is not a religion of peace, that it
is or was ‘the religion of fighting’ how true that would appear, if one was to
judge Islam according to its actions.

Note 6: Divine Saga, a term used by Confucius, as a person without
blemish.

Note
7: Amber Province is a large area in Iraq, roads in this area lead to Syria,
which IS now has occupied 50%, and Iraq, whom they have occupied 33%, and roads
also lead into Jordon. It would seem the Sunni are predominant in this area,
and fear the muscle of the Shia.

Note
8: Iblis (the Devil or Satan, the Ten-winged Beast)

Note
9: Ancient Carthaginian Pontifexs: there
was four within the city of Carthage, whom were considered High Priests, called
Pontiffs, or Pontifexs, they also had what was called the 100-Ancients, the
wise ruling body of the government, like the senators of Rome.

Note 10: In
August of 2014, Abu Bake al-Baghdadi, tried to do a genocide of the Yazidis
population by driving them out of their
homes, to starve and freeze today on Mount Sin jar. Creating a humanitarian Crisis, tow here the
United States had to get involved lest they all parish.

Note 14: Insight taken from the writings of the
Dhammapada, by Gotama Buddha (6th Century B.C.)

Note 15: Abu, or Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi,
or we can call him Abu Du’a, or add to that al-Husseini al-Qurashi, the Caliph
Ibrahim,

Note: 16: Sorties: often time used for
military air strikes,

Note 17: References to the Qur’an

Note: 18 The Black List, is a list of
those who are bent in mind on doing the things that are unreasonable wicked.
That even the Bottom of Hell cannot afford to keep of such crying Abomination.
It is called the Black List Doctrine. It is says “Cotton Mather,” when the Holy
God, often punishes man’s sins of men by giving him up to full blacker sins
against hm. It is also a belief of the Jewish Faith, and spelled out in the
Book of Revelation. In the Old
Testament, “Men are punished for one transgression, by being therefore given up
unto another.” And there is a similar belief stated in the Qur’an.

Note 19: Allah, to the Muslim, and to
its prophet Mohammed, was considered God, not necessarily the same God as the
Christian God, in its Trinitarian form. Likewise the Qur’an should not be
spelled with a ‘K’ nor Mohammed with a ‘u’ or ‘Muslim’ with an ‘o’ if one seeks
to do it correctly.

Note 20: Tartarus, the deeper part of Hell. To the Jew Sheol.

* Palmyra, is Syria’s greatest Middle
East archeological site. A UNESCO World Heritage Site. It predates Islam, Hatra
and Nimrud. It was a cultural center of the ancient world.

† Suru’el, one of the holy angels in 1 Enoch (in
Volume I, The Old Testament, Pseudepigrapha, scriptures dating to about 200
B.C.), that watch; he might be what is considered a ‘Power’ in Heaven, for when
he appears, or whom he may appear to, he shakes the earth. The ‘el’ on the end
of the first name indicates ‘Angel’